“That’s it girl!” Jennifer yelled out as I felt her growing even wetter against my mouth. Her fingers slipped through my hair as she gripped the back of my head and forced my mouth harder between her legs. I drew it in a deep breath through my nose as her pussy enveloped around my mouth. I looked up at her as she playfully wiggled the remote control in my line of site. Then she pushed it up a notch. I let out a low moan around against her wetness as the buzzing between my thighs picked up speed.
All the girls were hooting and hollering and the music was thumping so loud I could feel it in my chair. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. It was so unlike me.
My eyes started to water as I drew my mouth back. Her wet juices were smeared along my cheeks. As soon as I sucked in a deep breath the vibrator kicked off.
“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” Cynthia said as she stood in front of me, propped up on my chair with her pussy still in front of my mouth. I looked up at her before pressing my lips back against her and rolling my tongue against her. With that, the vibrator clicked back on and I clutched at her thick thighs. she started to her pussy against my mouth faster and faster with the beat of the music, clicking of the vibrator a few notches up every so often.
I could already feel the pleasure boiling up inside of me and ready to spill over. My legs jolted and tensed as I felt the impending orgasm about to tip me over the edge. Cynthia drew back and stepped off the chair and watched me as I twitched and trembled from the vibrator stuffed inside of me.
Then she clicked it off.
I looked at her with desperation in my eyes.
“Looks like she’s ready for the other room!” she laughed.
Jody walked over to me and bent down, “Have fun in there.”
Cynthia took my hand and pulled me up off of the chair. She led the way to my room as all the other girls continued to laugh and dance. As soon as we stepped inside she closed the door behind us. My lamp next to the bedside was already on. But my regular lightbulb had been replaced with a red one so the whole room was lit red with harsh shadows stretching across the walls.
Then I saw it. A large padded X shaped piece of furniture with shackles on each point.
“That’s called a St. Andrew’s Cross. Are you familiar with it?” Cynthia asked as she guided me to it.
I was too stiff and nervous to say anything so I only nodded yes.
She let out a little laugh, “oh are you now?”
“Yes. I’ve seen videos.” I said with a timid voice. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”
“No.”
“A beginner are you?” she asked against my ear as she stood behind me, her breasts lightly brushing against my back.
“Yeah, well I’ve watched a lot of videos and read some books.”
“This will be nothing like your videos or books. Or let’s just say, it won’t feel like any of your videos or books.”
Without warning she gave me a swift smack on my ass and pushed me closer to the cross.
“Take off your skirt,” she said. Her words were short and to the point. Her tone bordered on an order rather than a suggestion. I turned around and looked at her as I shimmied my skirt down my legs and kicked it to the side.
“And the rest,” she said, motioning towards my bra and panties. With that I got completely naked and stood in front of her like a timid schoolgirl in trouble.
She stepped so close to me that her breasts pushed against mine. A little shiver raced up my neck as she walked me back to the cross. My eyes remained locked on to her until my back bumped up against the cross and I was trapped between her and the padded surface behind me.
“Step up on the ledge and stretch your arms and legs out in the X pattern.” I gulped and did as she said. As soon as I was in place she reached up and slowly started shackling my wrists and ankles. She was such a tease. I couldn’t help but push my body against her in an attempt to feel more of her skin on mine.
“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do.” She said as she clicked the restraints on my left wrist in to place, tightening it down until it nearly pinched at my skin. “Do you understand how safe words work?”
I nodded yes.
“Good girl. Your safe word is…” she paused for a moment as she gave it some thought. “Marriage.”
The moment she said it my heart leapt up to my throat and I felt piercing tingles all throughout my body. That one little word sent a rush of feelings coursing through me. Marriage. I would never get anything like this from Brian. Not in a million years.
“Do you understand?”
I nodded yes.
“Say it,” she said as she finished shackling my angles into place. I was completely trapped and unable to escape. There was no turning back now.
“Marriage.” I repeated. Her lips turned up into a proud smile.
“Good girl. Now we’re going to play a little game. I’m going to play with you and all you have to do is NOT come.” She said as she turned around and walked toward a bag next to the bed. I didn’t recognize it so that must have been another one of her bags. Clearly she had this whole night planned out for me.
“Do you understand?”
I nodded yes.
“Say it.” This time her tone was more demanding and forceful. It almost startled me.
“I won’t come.”
“Good girl. Just don’t turn into a bad girl.” She winked as she came back with a few items in her hands. It was a blindfold and what looked like a feather baton.
“Time to go dark.” She said with a smirk as she reached up and pulled the blindfold in place around my head. My world instantly went black and my breath stuttered.
My leg quivered as I felt a tickle on my thigh. It was the feathery wand tracing up and down my leg. Then the vibrator clicked back on and I instantly went stiff as I felt it buzz and tingle my wet lips. My body clenched around it as she trailed the feathers in teasing circles along my stomach. The feathers tickled up and down my body; down and over the curve of my hip, and up and around my ribs and breasts. The sensation caused waves of tingles across my chest that traveled up my neck.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. She clicked the vibrator up a notch. I sucked a breath in as her hand traveled down my thigh and crossed the gap of my legs, her fingers playfully pressed against the base of the vibrator. My hips jolted as it pushed deeper inside of me, buzzing and tingling at my core.
Then I felt her lips gently press kisses along my breasts. “Oh god…” I whimpered as she latched her mouth around my budding nipple. She nibbled and sucked, perfectly balancing pain and pleasure. Then I felt her kisses slowly trailed down my skin until she knelt between my legs. She reached up and spread my lips apart before flicking her tongue along my electrified clit.
My mouth dropped open as her tongue worked slow circles around me. The restraints pinched at my wrists as I tried to reach down and grab a hold of her shoulders. I couldn’t move my legs or arms, but I managed to roll my hips against her, welcoming more playful licks of her tongue. It wasn’t long before I felt the unmistakable feeling of an orgasm ready to topple over my body.
She pulled her face back just enough to speak, “remember the rules Trish. No coming.” She spoke against my wetness. Her words of warning were warm and hot against me, but they didn’t stem the tide of the feelings coursing through me. As soon as she planted her lips and tongue back against my wetness I toppled over the edge. The restraints jangled as my body jerked and trembled. My hips rolled off the back of the cross as the room filled with my pleasured moans. She reached around my hips and gripped my ass, pulling me closer to her flicking tongue.
As soon as I was finished she stepped back, reached up for the blindfold, and pulled it off. I blinked away the darkness and saw her staring at me with disappointment in her eyes. She shook her head back and forth in a tsk-tsk manner.
“Now Trish…now you’ve been a bad girl.” She smirked.
In a flash she unbuckled my restr
aints and aggressively pulled me off the cross. I could barely stand on my wobbly knees, but I didn’t have to since she practically threw me over the edge of the bed face first. The comforter proofed up around me as I landed on the mattress.
“Spread your legs,” she ordered as she tapped the back of my thigh. I did as she said. Without warning she pulled the vibrator out of me and tossed it to the ground. “Stay just like that and don’t you dare move.” She said with venom on her tongue. I heard she walk back over to her bag where she pulled a few more items out. I dared to look back, just in time to see her shimmying a strap on dildo into place. My heart skipped. This was every fantasy I had ever dreamed of and I was more nervous than ever.
As soon as she came back she leaned over me, her strap-on playfully pressing against my ass and her words whispering against my ear. “Even though this is your first time, don’t expect me to go easy.”
With that she leaned back off of me and I felt the unmistakable feeling of a wood paddle rub against my ass. She pulled back, my muscles tensed from the anticipation of the hit. I was physically scared. I wanted to tell her not to do it. I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t move. I was completely at her mercy.
SMACK!
As soon as she hit me I rocked forward and my hands clutched at the bedcovers. I hissed through my teeth as I felt the prickly pain across my cheeks. I clenched my eyes shut and waited for the next hit. But it didn’t come, instead she reached between my legs and pressed a finger up and down my wet folds. I whimpered in pleasure and rolled my ass back against her. I was practically begging her to push inside of me. As soon as I was getting used to her touch she pulled back again.
SMACK!
“Shit!” I yelped as the second hit landed square on my cheeks. The room felt electric as the smacking sound echoed off the walls. I could still hear the music thumping in the other room and for a brief moment I thought about all my friends in the living room. I hoped to hell they weren’t listening at the door.
SMACK!
I let out a deep breath, just in time to feel her push a finger inside of me. My knees turned the water and my full weight fell against the edge of the bed. Her finger curled inside of me. I bit my lip as she grinded her hand against my mound. I could feel my juices wet the inside of my thighs as she worked me with her fingers. She leaned back over me, her full weight pinning me to the bed.
“Bad girls get fucked and used.” Her dildo pressed against my ass. I could feel the tip of it rub against my red skin. “Is that what you want?” She asked.
I pushed my hips back, begging her to fuck me already.
“Is it!” She barked, reaching back and pinching my ass between her fingers.
“Yes!” I yelped. “I want you to fuck me.”
“And?” Her fingers twisted.
“Use me.”
“That’s a good girl.” She laughed before leaning off of me and aiming the head of the strap-on cock between my legs. My breath went still the moment I felt her teasingly press against my wet lips. I wanted it inside of me so bad. I could feel my body buzzing with excitement.
I barely knew her, but I had never wanted someone as much as I wanted her. I never had sex with someone outside of a relationship. And I had especially never done anything like this with Brian. I was one of the ‘good girls’, I thought I had standards, but now I didn’t care. I just wanted to get fucked like an animal—like all those naughty porn videos I loved watching.
I wanted to be used.
With that she finally pressed inside of me. My hands clenched in fists the moment I felt my wet lips seal around her strap-on cock as she seared inside of me in one thrust. It felt huge, so big it nearly hurt. Even though I was dripping wet the cock was a tight fit. Without another moment's hesitation she pushed her hips forward, her hips smacking against my ass. I propped myself up on my elbows and my tits swayed forward from the motion of her thrust. The force of her hips caused the headboard to bang against the wall and for a moment I was worried someone outside would hear us, but the music was probably too loud.
Horny, naughty, and depraved urges of pure lust boiled over inside of me. Feeling her body smack against my backside woke up something inside of me that I had never felt before. I was surprised at how much the strap-on filled me up. I thrust my hips back in perfect timing with the forward motion of her hips. I listened to her hiss through her clenched teeth in pleasure as I slowly slid back and then slammed back again. She buried her staff deep until a low groan of approval escaped my lips.
“Is this what you want?” She asked as she leaned down and whispered into my ear. “To be bent over and taken?”
“Yes.” I whimpered, rolling my hips against her.
“Tell me you want to come.”
“I want to come.” I moaned, just as she pushed hard and drew back.
“You want to come don’t you?”
“Yes. Please let me come.” I begged
With that she gripped my hips and pounded into me faster and faster. The room filled with the rhythmic slapping of our skin. Her hips smacking against my spanked ass hurt, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was her and I wanted her as deep as she could go. My nails clawed at the cover as another orgasm racked through my body. As soon as I started trembling she jammed into me long and deep with a barreling groan.
Her fingers clutched my hips so hard it nearly hurt.
At that moment all I could think about was Brian and how much I needed sexual satisfaction like this. I could never be happy if I couldn’t get fucked like that. The least I could do was talk to him about it.
As soon as I cleaned up and got dressed, I picked up my phone and sent Brian a simple text message.
“I want to make a suggestion in the bedroom…”
Punishing Her Lesbian Boss
Lori had always been the last to leave the office. Despite being the secretary to the boss, she found herself staying later than she did every single night. It wasn't that she stayed that much longer, as soon as she was out of the door, she was footsteps behind her boss turning that key in the lock.
Leaving a few minutes later than the boss didn't help to dampen her resentment however. The job itself wasn't all that taxing, working at a real estate company really wasn't that difficult in the first place, she found, but the resentment made it all the more of a struggle.
“I need you to file those folders on my desk, Lori. I didn't have time to get to them today and you know how I hate starting the day off with paperwork.” This last demand as she was heading for the office door, her briefcase in hand as Lori was quite obviously also ready to leave, was enough to infuriate even the most ardent pacifist.
“Ms. Baker, I'm afraid they will have to be done first thing in the morning, I have an important appointment tonight and I'm already running late.” She flashed her a smile as much as it pained her to do so. She eyed her for a second before giving in and holding open the door for her.
“I suppose we all have lives outside of the office, don't we?” She said this with a level of surprise that made Lori want to slap her across the face.
“Yes. Yes, we do.” She pushed past her on to the small landing of the stairway that led up to their office. Lori had always had a fear of people following her up or down the stairs and this was only exaggerated by the thought of that someone being Ms. Baker. She took the hint and after she locked the door to the office, she started down the narrow stairs.
“So where are you off to tonight?” Ms. Baker kept walking as she stuck her nose in Lori’s private life.
“Oh, I just have an appointment. How about you, Ms. Baker? Do you have any special plans tonight?” Lori said, trying to shift the attention off of her.
She laughed.
“Lori, when you get to be my age, Friday nights hold little in terms of promise for enjoyment.”
Lori wanted to groan loudly, she wanted to tell her how lucky her husband must be to have a woman as optimistic and loving as she was…if she had a husband at all. Lori realized
that despite working for the woman for years, she really didn't know all that much about Ms. Baker at all…not that she really cared to in the first place. There was always something strange about her, something more than unusual.
“Well, this is my stop.” She threw her hand up and stepped in to a slender alley just a block from their office building. Lori had never really noticed it before but she was fairly certain that it was not where Ms. Baker lived. Hell, for anyone to live in that area they'd need to be much richer than she was.
Lori stood for a moment and watched her disappear in to the darkness of the alley, wondering where she could possibly be going. She didn't know of any local restaurants or clubs down that way, in fact, now that she thought about it, she didn't know what was down there at all.
She glanced down at her watch, she was already half an hour late for “movie night” with her girlfriend. She cautiously stepped forward in to the alley. Every instinct told her not to move forward, the darkness closed in and the tall building walls seemed taller than normal.
There was no sign of Ms. Baker. There was no sign of anybody at all, just darkness and flat brick walls towering over her. Her heels clicked dully on the pavement as she walked farther into the alley. She still could see no escape for Ms. Baker until she caught sight of a small drop beside one of the buildings.
Stepping closer she saw a concrete wall and behind it was a steep staircase. There was no noise coming from the bottom of the staircase and there was no light outside the door at the base of it either.
She contemplated what might stand behind such a silent dark door, could it be a silent escape? A secret club where Ms. Baker did—God knows what? Or was her imagination running away with her? Was it nothing more than an abandoned building or a storage basement of a local bar?
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